My heart flutters still

To tell or not to tell?

I do not know for sure

But

Not telling seems to be

The end of life itself

Yet

I dread telling you that I miss you

As scorched earth misses the rains

Or

Is it love for you

That makes my heart tremble so?

All I know is

I want you near and here!

An extent to which I can’t describe.

You miss me, you want me, you love me

You tell me every time

But yours is what I’m scared to be

For I do not know for sure

That your love for me is true…

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